by M. K. Moore
“That feels so, so, good,” she says breathlessly.
“Yeah? You like when I touch you?”
“N-No,” she says.
“No?” I question, halting the finger I am slamming into her.
“No. I fucking love it.” She moans and claws my chest and I resume fingering her tight cunt.
“Tell me something,” I begin.
“Anything,” she interrupts and I laugh.
“Are you on birth control, Chloe baby?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Nope,” she says, popping the p and smirking.
“That’s really good Chloe baby. Real good.” Fuck yes. I am totally going to breed this girl and make her my wife.
“When are you going home?” Her question throws me off guard.
“Trying to get rid of me?”
“God, no. I just want to know how long I am going to have you for,” she says, sad again. I pull my finger from her.
I grip her cheeks. “There is something here, Chloe. Something I can’t describe yet, but it is something. Everything.”
“Is it crazy that I don’t want you to leave?”
“No, it’s not. I feel the same damn way, but we will figure something out.” She takes me by surprise when she sucks the finger, that was just inside her, into her mouth. “So filthy,” I groan, removing my finger from her mouth and kissing her sweet lips.
“Yeah? It’s all new to me.”
“And you have no idea how fucking happy it makes me feel that you don’t know the touch of another man. How blessed I am, that I am the only man who will ever touch you. How thankful I am that you let it be me.”
She initiates the kiss this time, deepening it. Our tongues swirl and my cock hardens against her leg. She rolls me over and climbs on top. Slowly, sinking her pretty pussy down my shaft. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she has done this before, but I do know better and that makes this much hotter. Her hips work as she grinds herself on my cock.
“Cum in me again,” she shouts.
“You want my baby Chloe? We keep this up and that’s exactly what the fuck is going to happen.”
“Ye-ah,” she says with a hitch in her breath. “I want your babies. All of them.”
“Fuck yeah, we can do that,” I say flipping her on her back and pulling her legs up in the air. I keep pumping my cock in and out of her. “Goddamn, you are going to own me with this tight, little, pussy.”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, Justin. Is it just my pussy that has you coming back for more?”
“No, Chloe baby. You. Are. The. Whole. Fucking. Package.” I punctuate each word with a vicious thrust. Her moans spur me on as I palm her tits. Her hard nipples are begging for my mouth, so I lean down and take one into my mouth. Biting it. She arches her back for more, so I repeat the same on the other.
“Justin, please. Stop torturing me. Make me cum,” she begs.
“You want to come, Chloe baby?” I ask, lifting her ass off the bed. At this angle, her legs go around my neck and I use her hips as leverage to pull her up and down my cock.
“Yes, oh God yes. You are so deep.” Her eyes roll back into her head.
“That’s right, take it. Take it.” She moans at my words and I feel her pussy flutter on my cock.
“Justin, I’m coming. Fuck, this feels amazing.”
“Keep coming, baby.” Her orgasm triggers my own and I fill her with my seed a second time.
“So. Much. Cum,” she pants.
“I got plenty more where that came from,” I say laughing, pulling out of her.
“Shower?” she asks.
“Sounds good.” I get out of bed. She stands up and jumps on my back laughing. “Let’s go spider monkey,” I say rubbing my hands on her legs.
“God, don’t do that. I haven’t shaved all week. I was not prepared for you.”
“Seems soft and fine to me, but I’ll be honest Chloe baby, you don’t have to do any of that shit for me. I'm hooked just the way they are.”
“That’s sweet, but no one wants to go to bed with a yeti.”
“If the yeti is you, I just might.”
“You are a charmer,” she says laughing.
The next morning, I am awakened by the smell of bacon cooking. And coffee. I smell life-giving coffee. I get out of bed and see that she brought my bag into her bedroom. After our shower, we snuggled, naked, watching Chopped until we fell asleep. Chloe is a snorer, but a cute as fuck one. She curled into my side and didn’t move all night. I pull out some clean boxers, a pair of basketballs shorts, and follow my nose to the kitchen.
“Morning, Chloe baby,” I say coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Good morning. I made you breakfast. I had no idea what you liked, so I made a little of everything. Pancakes, waffles, toast, eggs, sausage, bacon, and ham.
“That seems like a lot of food to have on hand,” I say chuckling.
“It was. I went to the grocery store this morning.” I look over at the clock and see that it is only seven thirty.
“What time did you go out in this weather?” I know she is a grown woman, but I find myself wanting to protect her.
“Five thirty. I walked because my car is stuck in the driveway.”
“You walked to the store at five-thirty? In this weather?” I look out the window and confirm that it is still snowing.
“Well, yeah. I had to feed you. Besides, it is on the corner. Less than a block,” she says trying to appease me. I smile at that.
“Oh, Chloe baby. You make me want to take your sweet ass home with me.”
“Okay,” she says smiling.
“Okay?” I question.
“I hear South Dakota is lovely this time of year.”
With that, I throw my head back and laugh. She has obviously never been to South Dakota in the winter.
Chapter Four
Chloe
I don’t know what made me say that, but once I did, I realize how fucking right it feels. I hope I am not making a mistake, but everything in me tells me that I am not. So, I do something else I’ve never done and jump feet first, consequences be damned.
“There are no flights to South Dakota for the next several days,” he says looking up from his phone.
“That sucks, when are you supposed to be back at work?”
“Monday.”
“We could drive. My SUV is four-wheel drive.”
“You’re serious about coming home with me?”
“I am if you are.”
“What about school? Your job? Your parents?”
“I hate school and my job. My parents will deal. I am an adult and can do what I want to, and what I want is to be with you. I know it’s sudden and crazy, but I know what I want.”
“I feel like the most selfish bastard on the planet, but I need you with me.”
“Good, cause it’s settled. How long of a drive is it?”
“About twenty-two hours non-stop. We’ll make some stops of course.”
“Well, this will surely be a test of our relationship.”
“A lot of relationships don’t survive such things. That or furniture building from IKEA.”
“We will be different, I know it. I can be ready in twenty minutes.”
“You are going to pack your whole life up in twenty minutes?”
“The furniture isn’t mine. I just have clothes and a few knickknacks here. Most of my stuff is at my parent's house in Georgia. The house I grew up in. This is just where I am staying for this semester.”
“I see. I’ll help you pack.”
“Excellent,” I say, pulling myself up for a kiss.
We work quickly and are done in less than twenty minutes. I leave a note for my roommates, as well as a check for the rest of the semester's rent. I call my mom and leave her a message to let her know I am going to South Dakota. Given the time, I know she is at her ladies lunch. Once a week for as long as I can remember, she has lunch with “the girls”. I actually kno
w she has been having a long-standing affair with my father’s stepbrother, Kenneth. Just as well, my father has been having an affair with his secretary for twelve years. I have an adorable eleven-year-old sister that no one knows is my sister. I take a quick shower and dress in the only outfit I left out. Another pair of yoga pants and a Georgetown sweatshirt. My boots from yesterday will have to suffice, but I know I will definitely take them off in the car.
Why parents think their kids don’t listen when they are whispering on the phone, I’ll never know. My father’s status as a senator doesn’t allow either of my parents to follow their hearts, so they spend less and less time together as the years go on. It’s sad and I always vowed I’d never let that happen to me.
Justin puts our bags in the back of my car and I toss him the keys. He must have dug the car out while I was in the shower because the snow is gone.
I climb into the passenger seat and pull my phone out.
“Okay, first things first. Address?” I ask.
“2201 Sienna Trail Regret, South Dakota 57800. What’s the second thing?”
“Snacks, obviously.”
“Of course. Is the third thing road-trip music?” he asks as I program in his address.
“Of course. Do you have roommates?”
“No. I rent a house for now, but I’ve always wanted to build one.”
“Oh my God. Me too. Tell me you like beef jerky and a wide selection of music, and you’ll have me forever.”
“I love beef jerky and all kinds of music, Chloe baby.” I can feel myself blush at the way he says “love,” and I love that he calls me “Chloe baby.” Aww, fuck it. I love him. Crazy as it seems, less than twenty-four hours after meeting him, I am in love with him. I just need to keep the crazy in. I certainly don’t want to scare away the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I put on some jams and he pulls out of the driveway. After a couple of miles, we get on I-66 heading west. We spend the time talking about everything, and again we hold hands like ours will fall off without the others touch.
When we stop for the night in Chicago, we have a quick dinner. Since neither of us has been here, we opt to stay downtown and take in the sights. Even though it’s cold as fuck, we walk along the Riverwalk. It’s romantic and fun.
When we get back to our hotel, I strip. I am frozen solid and the giant bathtub is calling my name. Why does traveling make you so tired? I didn’t do any driving, but we talked the whole way. I even got him to sing with me. I fill up the tub with piping hot water and climb in, letting the warmth soak to my bones. The next thing I know, I am being shaken awake.
“Chloe baby, you fell asleep and you are all pruney. Come to bed,” Justin says. I climb out into the towel he has spread out in front of him.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Just after ten. You were in here for about an hour.”
“Damn. You’ve exhausted me.”
“I’d apologize, but I’d be lying if I said I was sorry,” He laughs. I look at him through the mirror. I brush out my hair and drop the towel on the counter.
“I’m ready for bed,” I say, playfully.
“You better run Chloe baby, because when I catch you, I’ll have you.”
“You already have me, Justin,” I say, but I still take off at a run, he catches me just as I reach the bed. He covers my body with his and tickles me until I am laughing uncontrollably.
“God, I love you,” he says, taking me by surprise. “I mean, shit, I do. I love you.”
I sit up, struggling to catch my breath. I put my hand on his cheek.
“I-I love you too. It’s not insane, is it? This much, this soon?” I ask.
“No Chloe. It is what it is. Who is to say what’s too soon? What is not normal for others is perfectly normal for us.” All I can do is a nod.
“Take me to bed, Justin,” I say, putting my arms around his neck.
What amazes me is that I wasn’t even looking for him, but I found him all the same.
My forever.
Chapter Five
Justin
Damn. Every second with her is better than the last. We resumed our road trip at nine this morning. By seven we are both exhausted and I still have two days before work. There is nothing like hanging out with your girl twenty-four/seven and getting to know her. I feel like I know everything about her.
I must have told her a hundred times that I love her since last night. It feels right coming off my tongue and hearing her say it back? Nothing compares to it. Nothing.
“I’m starving,” she says at about seven thirty.
“Do you want to stop for the night again?”
“How close are we to your house?” We crossed into South Dakota a few hours ago.
“Maybe an hour?” I say.
“Let’s just stop for dinner in Regret and then get home. I can drive the rest of the way.” I love that she is already thinking of my house as her home. I know she packed all her shit, but she could just as easily leave in a few days.
“No way, baby. It’s snowing. It’s icy. I got this.”
“I do know how to drive in the snow, Justin Austin Beaumont,” she says with a pissy attitude. I mean, she full named me. Nothing says “pissed off woman” like the full name treatment.
“I don’t mean to piss you off baby, I know you can drive in the snow, but the ice and snow here are different than in DC.”
“Whatever. I am just tired and hungry.” Yikes. Full name and whatever? I might be done for here. My mom and Nana are famous for their whatever, so I know exactly what that means.
“I’m sorry, Chloe. I just want us to get home safely. I love you,” I try.
“I love you too, but I can still be pissed.”
“Is this our first fight?” I ask cautiously.
“Probably,” she says turning her Kindle on. She has held it in her lap almost the whole time we’ve been driving, but this is the first time she’s used it. I look over at her. The glow from the screen casts her in the light. She looks like an angel.
After an hour of silence, I can’t take it anymore. I pull into Regret and head straight for the pub, The Hair of The Dog and park her truck.
“This is where you live?” She asks looking around. I am afraid she hates it.
“Yep, ole Regret.”
“Oh my God. I love it. It’s so cute. Fight over,” she says leaning across the console, her lips upturned for a kiss. I dive in with my hands in her hair. I kiss her hard, taking what’s mine.
“I don’t like fighting with you,”
“Me either. I know I was being irrational as soon as I said it. I’m sorry.”
“Me too. Let’s go eat. This place has the best chicken wings.”
“Ooh, chicken wings. Let’s go.” She squeals and hops out of the car, putting her coat on. I can’t believe how much snow is on the ground and it’s still falling. I take her hand and lead her towards the doorway.
When we walk into the pub, I groan. My entire crew, my boss, and his girl are sitting around the only big table in the room.
“Yo boss. Come and join us.” Dylan, my roustabout, shouts from across the room. He does general maintenance around the sites.
“Are they talking to you?” Chloe whispers beside me.
“Yes, they are.” She pulls me towards the table.
“What did you bring us?” Alan, my main mudlogger, asks. He collects all the geological samples from the ground.
“I didn’t bring you shit, Farnsworth.”
“Now. Now. Don’t be like that. It’s rare to see such a beautiful single woman in these parts.” Julian, my other mudlogger pipes in.
“Oh, I am not single honey. I belong to him,” she says pointing at me and lifting our joined hands.
“Well now, that was quick,” Callum says.
“We don’t all wait twenty years to claim our girl,” I say, laughing. Aubree laughs too.
“It’s fourteen. Get it right.”
“Hey, I’m Au
bree and this one is my husband. The rest of these boys are as single as can be. So if you know of any ladies looking to be snagged by a rugged oil rigger, send them this way.”
“I’m Chloe and I can think of a few,” she says smiling.
Carl pulls up two more chairs and we sit. Arlene, the waitress, comes over and does her best to flirt with me like she always does. Tonight, however, she is taking it too far. I’m uncomfortable and I know it’s for Chloe’s benefit.
I feel Chloe tense beside me.
“Back off Arlene. You wouldn’t want me telling your husband what you get up to down here, would you?” Thank God for Aubree.
I watch in fascination as Chloe jumps up from her chair and hops onto my lap. She kisses me like she owns me. In a way, she does. My cock gets hard under her pussy. She moans and I forget where we are until I hear my crew catcalling and clapping. She pulls away from the kiss, but I don’t let her get up. I turn her around so she can face the table, but I keep her ass right where it is. Right on her throne.
After a few hours and about fifty chicken wings between us, we head out. I help her get back in the truck and set off towards home.
When we pull in the driveway, I worry that she won’t like it. But, she surprises me as usual.
“It’s perfect, babe. I love it. We are going to be so happy here, I can feel it.” I pick up our joined hands and bring hers to my lips, kissing it.
“No doubt about it Chloe baby. Let’s get you inside and in our bed.”
“I like the sound of that, Justin. Fuck,” she says as I open the door and usher her inside. “It’s mother fucking cold in here.”
“Sorry. I turned it off to travel,” I say, clicking the thermostat on.
“When we are married, we need to keep it at a comfortable seventy-two degrees at all times,” she says, obviously not realizing what she said. She looks at me when I don’t say anything. “What?” she questions.
“When we get married?” Her eyes go wide.
“I meant-”
“No take backs. I am definitely going to marry you, one day soon. I love you,”
“I love you too,” she says, jumping into my arms.
